Chapter 39: What on Earth Is Bringing Your Own Rice to the Queue?

"Everyone, that really is all for now."

"Ah... so delicious."

The diner scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth, the grains infused with the rich aroma of meat swirling on his tongue, coating every inch of his palate with the essence of the pork knuckle. This bowl of gravy-soaked rice was enough to tide him over for a day of longing for that succulent dish. Tomorrow, he would return to the fray!

"You bastard, get the hell out of my way!"

Some of the other diners who had also missed out were...

"Good heavens! You're serious!" He shrank his neck, squeezed his eyes shut, and braced for the end.

"When will we be able to hold the ceremony?" The knights of the Fire Dragon Temple were all outgoing; they lacked the patience of those from the Water Dragon Temple.

"Hmph, revel in your arrogance while you can. Let's see how long it lasts," Emperor Yue said, his anger replaced by a smile.

***

She lingered at her grandmother's grave for a long time, until the sound of footsteps approached. At first, she paid no mind, assuming it was someone else visiting a loved one, but the footsteps stopped right behind her. Filled with suspicion, she stood up, saw who it was, and turned away.

Seeing the divine beasts behind him exerting every ounce of their strength, Mu Xifeng stopped his cursing. With a wave of his hand, he tossed dozens of Origin-Boosting Pills into his mouth and fled rapidly into the distance.

Wang Changlong was furious. Recently, Ma Yong’s gang had been constantly testing his limits.

Chongwu was very close to the school, and after taking a tour bus, they arrived at their destination shortly thereafter.

"Haha! Prepare to die!" Xue Yu was no ordinary man. After multiple attacks failed, he remained cautious and cunning—if a frontal assault wouldn't work, he would resort to a sneak attack.

"Piglet, is this bracelet pretty?" Hearing my voice, Chuchu didn't turn back, but found my location with a glance from the corner of her eye, then dangled a shimmering silver bracelet before me.

Zhong Yue smiled, and a string of scalding tears rolled down, unashamed. Their two bodies clung tightly together, their lips whispering promises of possession, mingled with each other’s tears.

Half a day later, as dusk fell, Su Wanqing, having traveled all day, finally felt weary and leaned against a large tree by the roadside to rest.

The Cheng brothers were just as reckless as their father; failing to realize the implications of twenty thousand men, they focused entirely on lifting the siege.

"Manager Li, I am only here to pass on a message for someone else. Manager Lu says you should conduct yourself properly and avoid doing things you might regret." Chuchu repeated Lu Cheng’s words to Li Chen exactly as they were spoken.

***

Shi Yuzhu ate the chicken, stealing glances at Han Lengxuan across from her every now and then before lowering her head back to her meal.

Seeing her like this, Tianqi truly felt a bit of regret, but then thought that turning into Hua Wuku to tease her a bit more wouldn't be so bad. With that thought, he smiled and returned to his own cave dwelling.

This wasn't just because he had accepted a significant amount of money from Li Muyun; it also had to do with how much favor Li Muyun enjoyed from the Emperor.

He had read the introduction to the Universe Body Refining Technique, and every word of the cultivation method leading up to the Golden Core stage was perfectly clear. Therefore, he believed Zhang Zhexue possessed the full version. If Zhang Zhexue couldn't give him an answer today, he would risk everything—even perishing alongside the Yin Corpse—to kill him.

Just as Lu Feiru was about to reach out and shatter the bronze coffin, it suddenly began to tremble, and fresh, crimson blood began to flow from the soil beneath it.

At Ye Yu's words, Amelia immediately wilted. After all, she couldn't withstand Ye Yu's onslaught, so she had no choice but to do exactly as he said—for Ye Yu was so formidable that even all four of them together couldn't satisfy him.

"You are a Marquis, not a magistrate!" Su Wanqing shot a glare at Li Muyun, disdainful of his posturing.

In his arms was Jiluo, who had been gone for so long. Beside them, a golden dagger glittered, its reflection casting a glow upon Jiduo’s tear-streaked face.